Sheep Dog

Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved West with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it.

I'm that man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chance a job that it makes a man watchful. That a little lonely.

Think that's all in Marcus over there, Mr. Dylan? Nah, that's his fault.

Nah, he probably knows where the boy is, though. Let's wait here till he gets a sheep clear of the brush and not under the grass. Look at that blame dog go, Mr. Dylan. Why, he's doing more handling of them sheep.

No, yeah, baby. He's taking good care of him, all right? Now let's go talk to Jack. Sure do we didn't have to Mr. Jones? Ah, so do I, but we don't have much choice. No sir.

You sure don't? But ain't it too bad though he's such a nice old fella? Yeah, Jack's alright. Ms. Barker's is a fine lady too. Chester, I like the family too and I'm just as sorry about this as you are.

Yes, Mr. Jones. Howdy there, my true. Kind of far piece off the beaten path now, ain't you? Yeah, I guess so, Jeff. How are ya? Piff, hail, and ready for any plague that Heaven wants to send.

Morning, Chester. Morning, Mr. Boxes. How do you like that flock of sheep, Marshall? That looks like they wondered all right, doesn't it? Yeah, we're fine. Not a hunger right now, though. I reckon they're beating the heads off the next few days.